Title: Sheet
Author: Mad Server
Rating: K
Characters: Sam, Dean
Word Count: 100, on the nose
Summary: Dean's sick and clueless. Sam's on it.
A/N: E/O Challenge. Prompt word: "sheet."
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.
Dean doesn't even see it coming.
He's in the computer store with Sam, paper cup in hand and scuzzy grey carpet underfoot, explaining why this gas station coffee is the worst brew yet. Sam's distracted, fingering a stick of RAM, his hair dark from the rain.
Then Dean's flat on his back in a purple room, and Sam's tugging a sheet over him.
"Hey." Sam looks tired, relieved. A thumb presses his pulse point. "How 'bout a little warning next time?"
Dean kneads his upset stomach, mystified. His thigh feels burnt. "Happened?"
Sam starts toweling Dean's hair. "You're sick, genius."
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